He felt it was a little funny.
That little maid, if he had not used a hidden weapon to cut the white silk rope, she would probably already be on her way to meet the King of Hell.
And Yue Mingxuan who was a prince of a nation actually cared about a servant so deeply.
What a strange master and servant pair, he thought silently as he played with the sleeve dart in his hand.
By noon, Yue Mingxuan and Sui He woke up one after another.
They looked at each other and a bit of embarrassment appeared on both faces.
After a moment, Sui He spoke softly, "Your Highness, you only have me now. As long as you don't dislike me, I will follow you forever."
When Yue Mingxuan heard this, he knew she had given up the thought of dying.
All the words he had prepared no longer needed to be said.
His reply carried a lighter tone, "Then it's settled. You are not allowed to change your mind."
